Figured I’d share the story I wrote for Vore Day! The reader will respawn eventually, but not for a while; that’s why I said it’s implied fatal in the title. Sloth is genderqueer and uses ze/zim/zir pronouns; ze leans slightly more on the masc side in the void that is zir gender. Oh, and Sloth is one of my “Seven Devourly Sin” characters; you can read more about that & more stories here!
I’d love to hear y’alls feedback and thoughts on this!
Summary: Being stuck with the Avatar Of Sloth has been a breeze so far! You’ve survived Vore day with zim unscathed–until ze goes to sleep.
Featuring: NB Giant/Tiny Reader, Oral Soft Vore, Fatal Digestion, Unwilling Prey, Unaware/Sleeping Pred, Vore Day
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Sure, you’d been transported to hell. But soon, you’ll be back on Earth for sure.
The deal they gave you was simple: survive seven days with one of the Avatars Of Sin, and then, your freedom would be granted to you. You chose the Avatar Of Sloth for this challenge, because you figured such a fellow would be pretty easy to live with.
And so far, you’ve been right! Sure, Sloth shrunk you down a bit—you now stand at five inches tall—but other than that, it’s been a breeze! You’re now on Day 3, and even though it’s Vore Day, the Avatar has been too busy sleeping to think of any tasks or obstacles for you, nevermind eat you. This’ll be a piece of cake!
You currently reside at a tiny bed on a table, next to where Sloth is sitting. The demon settled into a bean bag chair to “relax”, but now, ze’s snoring away. You smile and prepare to sleep yourself. But then, you hear it.
“Ungh. . . Food. . .”
You sit up and turn to Sloth. The Avatar has talked in zir sleep a few times now. Seems like ze’s doing it again. . .
“Sloth?” you call out, watching the demon with a mix of awe and confusion. “Are you ok?”
“Hungry. . .” the avatar mumbles in zir sleep. “So hungry. . .”
Without warning, zir hand crashes down in your direction—and before you know it, zir large, metal fingers have closed around your body! You yelp in surprise, trying to get out of this. “Sloth, come on, let g—”
As you turn to the demon, what you see makes you freeze. The tired avatar has zir mouth open very, /very/ wide—and the hand holding you is heading right towards it! You start to panic and fight even more, crying out, “Sloth, please! WAKE UP!”
But the demon is still asleep, and zir hand is rushing towards zir hungry maw. And then, in one smooth motion, ze’s palm slams into zir open mouth, throwing you between zir lips. Shit!
You land on Sloth’s fat, slobbery tongue, which immediately gets to work licking you up. You cry out as it tastes you, aggressively sucking the flavor out of your body with every lick. It presses you against zir cheek, then tosses you to the other side, treating you like a simple piece of meat. A squirming one, but meat nonetheless.
“LET ME OUT!” you manage to scream as you’re tasted. By now you’re absolutely covered in spit and drool; your entire body is soaked with the stuff. It drips off your skin in waves, and just when you think you’re rid of it, that tongue comes again, and covers you once more.
You thrash, panicked, and try to go towards Sloth’s open lips, scrambling to escape this nightmare. But then, zir mouth suddenly closes, trapping you within. After that, you are sampled once more by the hungry demon, and a small, satisfied, “Mmmmmm,” echoes around zir maw.
“Come on Sloth, WAKE UP!” you shout. “T-This isn’t funny! You have to GET UP and—AUGH!”
You are interrupted as the tongue shoves you backwards, and you feel your feet dangling over an open area—/fuck/, that has to be the demon’s throat! “No no NO!” you cry, scrambling to try and escape. “Don’t swallow, PLE—”
A strong /gulp/ interrupts your plea, and your legs are wrenched into the strong grip of Sloth’s esophagus, trapping them inside. Fear threatens to overtake you, but you try one more time. “WAKE UP!” you beg Sloth. “PLEASE WAKE UP!”
“Food. . .” the Avatar mumbles. Ze’s clearly still asleep—fuck! “Need food. . .”
“I’M NOT FOOD!” you screech. “DON’T EAT ME, JUST—”
/Gulp!/
A final swallow sucks claims the rest of you, and then, you’re stuck in zir throat. The esophagus squeezes around your small body as you slip deeper. Down, down you go, for what feels like forever, until forever ends and you’re spat into the growling belly.
You land face-first in a pile of mushy, disgusting chyme, something that smells like rotten cabbage. You manage to sit up in the pile as you adjust to your new surroundings. Below you the stomach is churning, making it impossible to sit still in here as it breaks down the food beneath you. All around, the gut growls, and liquid drips from its rubbery walls. You reach out, and find you can touch the boundaries of the stomach.
So you reach out and bang on them, as hard as you can. “HELP!” you cry. “SLOTH, WAKE UP! GET ME OUT OF HERE!” You slip a few times, thanks to the moving floor, but for a few long moments you hit the wall, hoping to get Sloth’s attention, praying ze will wake up.
But nothing happens—there’s no reaction from zem whatsoever. You collapse against the broken-down food beneath you. Is that your fate, to be ground up and digested too? Your heart pounds in fear at the notion.
The gut lets out a loud grumble, and then, juices start to rain down. A moment later, your form is covered in the stuff, gooey liquids that make your skin feel slightly tingly. Oh fuck . . . are these digestive acids? Shit, shit, SHIT!
You go back to the walls of the belly and try again. “PLEASE, SLOTH!” you beg. “LET ME OUT OF HERE!” You hit harder and scream louder, hoping for an escape. You don’t want to die in this stomach, as a little piece of food!
But there is still no response from the sleeping Avatar. Just as you prepare to try again, a new round of digestive enzymes pours onto your body, making everything feel tingly and melty and /wrong/. You feel weak and tired, and you fall on your knees, completely unable to get the energy to stand up. You can hear your heartbeat, and your breathing gets louder, more panicked. Are you really going to die like this?
. . . Apparently so. The gut groans loudly and releases more juices upon you, sapping your strength away even more. With each passing second, you can feel yourself slipping away. You’re going to lose the deal. . . What will happen to you now? You shudder, wondering what the demons of hell might do to you. . .
You close your eyes, giving into your weakened body’s cries, and a moment later, you black out. The stomach lets out a gleeful gurgle, and a moment later, acids rain down on you as digestion truly begins. . .
Guess you didn’t survive Vore Day after all.
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Sloth blinks and lets out a big yawn. Ze sits up from on the beanbag chair, and turns to where you were sleeping. But you’re not there. Huh, that’s strange. . .
The Avatar frowns, wondering where you went—and then, a loud /BUUUUURP/ leaves zir lips. Ze can taste a familiar flavor on zir tongue, and a moment later, ze realizes it is the taste of you.
Looking down, Sloth sees a new layer of pudge has formed on zir belly, visible evidence of the mark you’ve made on zim. “I gotta stop sleep-eating like this,” ze mumbles, letting out a tired sigh. “Oh well. Seems like they were tasty though. . .”
With a shrug, the Avatar goes off to face the day. You ended up as zir food, and made quite a tasty Vore Day snack.
Now that you lost the deal, hell will have quite a fun time with you . . . but that’s a story for another day.
